We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.
In war, truth is the first casualty.
But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.
You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.